Mid June, the heavy breeze pulls the beautiful puffs of vapor over the busy folk of Bangalore. Walking to my office i take a quick peek at the sky.
"I wish it rains today", i think to myself and move on.
Thats my world, the world of a social animal. I, like all those I know, have come to embrace the monotony.
But somewhere high up in the sky, a little vapor from a small lake near a small village of Karnataka, suddenly found himself among million, if not billions of other vapors just like him, all floating together. They didnt act, they didnt react, they just followed their shepherd, the wind. They all trusted this current, this force of nature their master.
"The wind is strong this part of the year" thought the little vapor, as it clung tightly to the cloud, fearing the vast nothingness of the sky. Too little to survive alone in the scary blue, and too light to drop down to the beautiful green, he waited in this dull white, for his destiny to reveal itself.
He, like all others around h